I heard the wild people begin to shout reverently like a tsunami of mountains and surrender.

Lynn couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her mouth, and her face could no longer be suppressed.

The savages who yearn for freedom have begun to kneel, and that speaks volumes.

Lynn let the three of them get up first, and then looked at Tormond with admiration, "How did you do all this?"

Tormund looked at the shadows in the mist in the distance with a confused gaze, shook his head and said with a little shame: " In fact, I didn't do anything, the army of savages led by Mance fought here for a day and failed to break through the strong Great Wall, but it was the Wrai who took advantage of the situation to resurrect the remains of a large number of Wraiths, and when Mance also became a member of the Wraiths, I took the lead in raising the white flag in the Wraiths, and it was your remaining army on the Great Wall that prevented the Wraiths from taking the opportunity to kill the remaining Wage warriors and women and children, and temporarily stopped attacking us, so I had the opportunity to use the feat of the Lord to slaughter the ghouls in the Wind Sound Gorge to persuade the remaining Wage clan leaders to be willing to submit to the Lord。 ”

Lynn suddenly, it seems that it was the strange ghost Night King who killed indiscriminately in order to explode troops, which made the savages who had existed for thousands of years feel the pressure of survival.

Lynn followed Tormund's gaze into the fog to the northwest, "You said the Wraiths resurrected a large number of battle-dead wildlings and tried to kill the rest of you, so where are they now?"

Ygritte pointed to the depths of the mist, "Just to the northwest, they've been gathering there, eyeing each other. ”

Lynn squinted, trying to see through the snowflake mist, but could see nothing as far as her eye could see.

The Night King has infinite resurrection abilities, as long as it is a corpse, he can resurrect it, and Lynn does not plan to rashly attack the ghoul hordes before detecting the true location of the Night King.

Because even if you kill them all, not destroy them completely.

Not only does it not cause any damage to the Night King, but the lives of the soldiers he takes will eventually become the Night King's new strength.

However, now the newly subjugated wildlings are more in fear of the strangers, and they want to escape the fate of being enslaved by the strangers by surrendering to the Great Wall for refuge.

Lynn felt that she still needed to burn a fire in her heart for these obedient wildlings, so that she could rest assured that these wildlings could really be brought into the Great Wall.

Lynn speculated that winter hadn't really arrived, and the sea hadn't frozen.

The Night King's strength has not yet fully reached its peak.

The fear of approaching the Great Wall, protected by frozen magic, is proof of this.

Now that the Great Wall is in sight, Lynn has a lot of room to maneuver.

After thinking for a moment, Lynn pulled out the traverser blade on his waist, turned to Duncan, the tall man on the war horse, and said, "Duncan, do you dare to go through the Great Array of Strange Ghost Army?"

Duncan's stone Buddha-like face, without waves, his faint blue gaze stared ahead, and although his chest fluctuated, his breathing was steady.

This is an extremely challenging task.

Duncan's thick eyebrows didn't even jump, and when he heard Lynn's words, he just calmly stretched out his hand and respectfully took the Valyrian short blade.

"My lord, just command. ”

Although the three of Tormund knew that Lynn's army was strong, and harvesting ghouls in Fengsheng Gap was like chopping melons and vegetables, but at this time, in the depths of the mist, there were nearly 70,000 savage warriors resurrected in the Great Array of Strange Spirits.

Tormund looked at Lynn dumbfounded, as if looking at the gods, the new savage king completely lost his ability to think, swallowed his spit and said to Lynn: "My lord, be cautious......"

Lynn gives Duncan the choice.

Lyanna held her breath...... Lynn's proposal was so crazy that the thought would make my throat go tight just thinking about it.

After the last rays of sunlight faded in the west, the wilderness was shrouded in a hazy dusk, and the temperature seemed to drop much in an instant.

Duncan patted his steed horse, letting it peek out of the queue and lagging one position behind Lynn.

Lynn looked at the tall Duncan with satisfaction and nodded, and said to Duncan in a low voice, "Just catch a draugr from the fog and come back." ”

Immediately, he shouted behind him: "Guards knights out of the ranks! Crossbowmen out of the ranks!"

The savages knelt on one knee and looked at the other side of the Great Wall, a hundred-man knight army broke away from the army, and then nearly a thousand armed crossbow infantry also followed the mighty column.

The direction in which they were moving was the northwest that they could hardly dare to look at.

In the wilderness, horses' hooves rumbled, and the sound of uniform footsteps was heard, while all other sounds seemed to be muffled.

Even the howling of the north wind was almost muffled.

So everyone watched intently as the cavalry entered the fog, and the regiments of archers formed at the end of the line of sight, and no one dared to breathe loudly, allowing the snowflakes to pass their cheeks from time to time, and no one to shrink their gaze into their fur coats.

Time passes slowly in silent waiting.

It's been a long time.

There was a shout of killing from the depths of the mist.

This was followed by the heart-palpitating roars and shouts of the hordes of strange ghosts.

Dusk outside the plug is when the temperature plummets.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew everyone's hair on end, and Lynn stared ahead, looking up at the fog where the snowflakes fell, only to see shadows rushing out of the fog and rushing down.

Behind them, a terrifying cry tore through the sky, and a swarm of blue-eyed ghosts followed from the mist......

Nearly a thousand crossbowmen, who had been waiting for a long time, began to shoot, and the sound of a dense bowstring pulling and clanging, and after a torrential rain of arrows that lit flames, a large area of the Knights of the Guards instantly lay down behind them.

The arrows blocked the first wave of pursuit from the ghoul army.

The ghouls soon felt the magic of the Great Wall again, and they roared in anger, their unwilling blue eyes expressing endless rage, and finally retreated into the depths of the mist.

And in the Guards Cavalry Regiment that reappeared from the fog, Duncan's war horse, led by him, dragged a blue-eyed strange ghost with a lasso rope and began to gallop along the Great Wall in the northwest.

It was still a strange ghost who was captured, and he let out a high-pitched roar.

Dragged out of a long furrow in the wilderness, Duncan let the war horse get as close as possible to the Great Wall, sweeping straight from west to east, so that every wild man who cowered under the Great Wall could see clearly, and the faces of the captured strange ghosts, every wound on their bodies that were torn by the stones on the ground, let these wild people hear the terrible screams of the strange ghosts.

The savages kneeling on the ground grew their mouths one after another, looking at the unbelievable scene in front of them.

These monsters who were forced to assemble outside the fortress to challenge the Great Wall actually knew that they were afraid.

The savages leaned under the Great Wall, their eyes red in the wind and snow, and they gasped for breath.

After a while, the wildling leaders of the major clans began to crawl on the ground, all the wildlings were like this, the cannibal tribes of the Great Glacier, the walrus tribes, and even the giant tribes were all prostrate.

The mouths of the remaining 30,000 savages outside the fortress began to shout in unison, an ancient phrase that had not been heard outside the fortress for thousands of years: "King of the North!

Lynn didn't expect Duncan to have such a hand, dragging the strange ghosts to parade under the Great Wall.

It's a cold-faced knight who thinks of it.

However, hearing that the wildlings had also begun to shout the slogan of the King of the North, Lynn's face bloomed with joy.

This is what the people want, when the anger of the savages is defeated has an outlet, that is, it can really be governed, as long as the savages are allowed to vent this evil breath in their chests, they will return to the nature of cowardly free people outside the Cypriots, not savage soldiers with sharp blades.

This is also the simple and easy to make savage that Lynn needs, weapons and battles can be returned to the scabbard, pick up the plough and hammer, these people will be good taxpayers.

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